“Houston, Texas. You?” I ask although I feel like I’m within five guesses of being right.
“Malibu.”
I fist punch the air. “I knew it. Kinda. I was thinking L.A. I was damn close.”
He smirks at me for a moment. “My cousin had a shirt that read ‘Cali boys love Texas girls.’ It’s funny how that works.”
“It’s because we are irresistible, Sir.”Ah, damn!
Axel’s eyes darken, all amusement is replaced with lust. He pulls me to him and plunges his tongue into my mouth. I open for the kiss. This could be our last. My forgotten luggage falls to the floor. I wrap my arms around him, giving everything to the kiss. He traps me against the wall. He grazes my neck with his teeth. His hands reclaim my ass.
“All I have to do is lift this dress…” he begins.
Someone clears his or her throat. I know deep down in my bones that my eyes are about to collide with at least one of the two people I’ve been trying to forget.
Dre and his three groomsmen are standing in front of the elevator we need. Great, take one asshole and raise me three. I didn’t like them when I was with Dre, and I certainly do not have a reason to like them now. At least the assholes look amused which is the polar opposite of the look on Dre’s face.
“Going down?” Dre ribs dryly with a sardonic smirk. His cinnamon finger presses the button.
“Only on the elevator for now, unfortunately,” I pout prettily at Axel.
Dre snorts like I’ve said the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “Stop frontin’ Heaven; we both know you don’t do oral.”
Axel, God bless that man, laughs to himself and stares off into the distance. He slips his hands in his pockets and rocks on his heels, smiling to himself as if he holds the biggest secret in the world. I love how he is willing to debunk Dre without proof. It’s like he innately knows different.
Here’s the thing, Dre is partially right. I didn’t give him head, like ever. He’s selfish, so if he wasn’t giving neither was I. However, I’m ‘oral willing’ with the right guy. In fact, my college boyfriend thought I was damn good at it. The only reason Axel hadn’t been serviced is because we were too busy intercoursing. Yeah, I use ‘intercoursing’ as an alternative to screwing, hunching, sexing, etc. I recall the memory of his perfect body. Yeah, I would definitely rock the mic.
Dre and his goons pick up on Axel’s behavior and an uncomfortable silence settles in the hall like a dense fall.
“It doesn’t matter,” Dre continues. “You’re probably as lack-luster with that as you are with all other sex acts.”
His statement sent Axel into another round of chuckles. “Oh, okay,” is all Axel mutters before laughing again.
That’s not true, either. They’d all just seen the way I was kissing Axel before they interrupted. He’s just trying to save face in front of his boys. I’d heard the soft snorts of laughter after Axel’s reaction. Where in the hell is the elevator? Dre is not going to knock me out of my sex glow.
Axel pats his pockets. “Heaven, I forgot my cell. Let’s get it, have a quickie, and take the next elevator.”
I shake my head. “You don’t know how to ‘quickie’,” I say using air quotes. “Run and get it. I’ll wait out here to be safe. I can’t miss my flight.”
He nods before running a little up the hall and disappearing in his room. Quan, Dre’s number one asshole friend, nudges Kevin, and nods toward the room. Kevin is not as big of an ass as the rest, but an ass none-the-less.
“It’s them,” Kevin whispers to Brandon. They laugh amongst themselves. Dre’s scowl deepens.
I’m not going to ask what they mean. I don’t care. The elevator pings open and Dre sends it up. I watch in dismay as the doors reunite. I glance at my watch. Fuck it. I’ll take the stairs.
Axel reappears with his phone. “I thought I heard the elevator,” he questions.
“You did.” I point at Dre. “This one closed it again.”
Axel shakes his head as he checks his cellphone screen. “Stairs it is. The car is here, and you have a flight to catch.”
“Shehas a flight?” Dre challenges, all the way up in our business.
“Yes. I have business here for another week; she and the girls are leaving. They were here for a girl’s week,” Axel responds. I don’t know why he is entertaining Dre, but he must have a reason.
“Are you one of the girls?” Dre taunts, trying to amuse his friends.
“No. In house dick,” Axel shoots back smoothly as he collects my bags. “I like making her scream.”
